pls that one pulse motion fic pt2 with könig or ghost from cod I am BEGGING 😭😭🙏🙏 any reader idc I JUST NEED MOREEETETE
tws: possessive behavior, slight delusional behavior, reader is cornered, konig uses intimdation tactics, very obvious threats, slight manipulation??, kind of bloodthirsty könig, mentions of creeps, könig bypasses his coding and his eyes change :)) lmk if i missed anything.
you glide the tips of your fingers against the scratchy material of könig’s arm, marveling at how sturdy his bicep was with burning cheeks. in his left hand was a manila folder titled handling and instructions. you pry it out of his grasp, struggling a bit against his stiff grip, but succeed in acquiring it. you settle beside him, sitting in a position most comfortable for prolonged seating, and scan over the instructions.
you flip through a few pages, going over what all your cyborg needs to be properly functional, finding that he only really need charging once a week and he will inform you of any updates that he needs. könig doesn’t require any food, but he is able to eat if be so desires. basic information about updates, coding instructions for people who are into that, blah blah blah…
"ah! there it is."
you follow the instructions step by step. first, press and hold the button on the top of his head for five seconds. you lift his mask, turning your head and blindly sifting through locks of his hair to find said button. it takes you a few frustrating minutes to find the small button embedded at the very top of his scalp, huffing as you push it. you quickly place his sniper hood back into place, keeping your eyes elsewhere. second, state your first and last name. third, state your preferred pronouns and state your use for him. then, enjoy!
you hear a faint hum as the cyborg whirrs to life, eyes lighting up behind his sniper hood and taking in his surroundings.
“you must be [name].” könig says, a thick german accent showing in his vowels. könig stands and you follow suit, extending a hand with a giddy smile.
“yes, that’s me. it’s a pleasure to meet you.” you murmur, dazed at how tall he was compared to you. the two of you spend the rest of the day getting to know each other, finding that you get along swimmingly, and when you turn in for the night, you fall asleep with a smile on your face.
months fly by with the large man by your side, your crush on him growing more and more apparent by the day. you felt a little perverted— he was a cyborg. wouldn’t it be wrong to be with him? did he even feel the same way? and so, to move on with your life, you decide to find someone else, downloading a dating app while sitting in the living room and setting up your profile.
swipe after swipe after swipe, you struggle find someone that matches your preferences. after another thirty minutes, you finally find someone. ecstatic, you quickly swipe right and within minutes the two of you matched. the conversation goes exceptionally well and with the two of you hitting it off quickly, you set up a date for tomorrow night.
“what are you doing?” königs voice startles you, sounding slightly strained. you flinch at the sudden appearance, spinning around and excitedly telling him about your plans for tomorrow evening. könig is oddly quiet after that.
“…könig?” your voice sounds small as he slowly rounds the corner of the couch, his footsteps silent as he moves. he comes to a halt in front of you, leaning down as his breathing grows labored.
“why would you go out with that… man when you have me?” könig grits out as he places each arm on either side of you, caging you between his broad chest and the cushions of the couch. your eyes grow wide, your throat drying up as he utters his next sentence. “oh, i see. you’re just playing hard to get aren’t you? you wanted me to be jealous, didn’t you?”
könig straightens up, laughing a bit before his eyes narrow. “if you go out with that man tomorrow, who knows what will happen, kleiner hase*. you don’t want to find out… do you? it will be on your hands after all.”
könig’s hand shoots out and snatches your wrist, your mind reeling. wasn’t there coding that prevented this? surely he couldn’t have altered his coding… right? you have to send him back. you need to get him fixed and maybe you’ll even keep him gone altogether. this isn’t-
“schätzen*, you chose me. that means you love me, right?” the cyborg’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts. your eyes instinctively meet his, realizing that what once glowed with the company’s symbol was now not glowing at all, and in fact looked as if the symbol had never been there in the first place. how was this even possible…?
a shiver ran down your spine as könig’s eyes squint behind his mask— seemingly smiling. you hadn’t been aware of his intimidating presence before, even when he protected you from creeps on your grocery runs. but now that you were on the receiving end, you couldn’t help but regret ever letting your friend talk you into this.
Something stupid happened to me in DMZ and I've been obsessed with it for weeks. I drew it in aggie.io but it's still not out of my head—likely will have to do it again. I'm also writing a snippet. What have I become.
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